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thenearshore2017-07-31 10:21 pm
tadanokusuriuri) wrote in thenearshore2017-07-31 10:21 pm
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Are you scared of hearing one thing new? [OPEN]
Who: The Medicine Seller and you!
When: Early August (flexible)
Where: Near a temple on the Near Shore
What: Fortune telling! Because normal part time jobs are for squares.
It has not escaped the Medicine Seller's notice that so many other shinki have "part time jobs" to make ends meet, but he's never much seen the sense in them. There's no need to tie himself to commitments that could interfere with his ability to react to a crisis far away, or to go to his goddess's side when needed.
Still, a little bit of extra pocket money doesn't seem to him like a terrible idea. So, on one of his frequent jaunts to the Near Shore, the Medicine Seller can be found sitting on a corner near a large shrine, wearing entirely too many layers of gaudily-colored kimono for the sweltering weather without any apparent discomfort, next to a table with three coins on it and a rather beautifully hand-painted sign:
Palm reading and divination, 500 yen.
On spotting a potential customer, the Medicine Seller smiles and beckons them nearer. "Sit, I bid you. I can see you have questions."
In fairness, more or less everyone does, at most points in their lives.
When: Early August (flexible)
Where: Near a temple on the Near Shore
What: Fortune telling! Because normal part time jobs are for squares.
It has not escaped the Medicine Seller's notice that so many other shinki have "part time jobs" to make ends meet, but he's never much seen the sense in them. There's no need to tie himself to commitments that could interfere with his ability to react to a crisis far away, or to go to his goddess's side when needed.
Still, a little bit of extra pocket money doesn't seem to him like a terrible idea. So, on one of his frequent jaunts to the Near Shore, the Medicine Seller can be found sitting on a corner near a large shrine, wearing entirely too many layers of gaudily-colored kimono for the sweltering weather without any apparent discomfort, next to a table with three coins on it and a rather beautifully hand-painted sign:
Palm reading and divination, 500 yen.
On spotting a potential customer, the Medicine Seller smiles and beckons them nearer. "Sit, I bid you. I can see you have questions."
In fairness, more or less everyone does, at most points in their lives.
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This is the part where I talk about my failing relationship and how I desperately need to know if my husband is cheating on me, right. [Okay, but serious time.] Does it have to be about me? Like, what if I wanted to ask about someone close to me, or something like that. Or a collective temple group, I guess.
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Your palm won't tell me about anyone but you. But... there are other ways to ask about such things.
[He gestures to the three coins on the table, and to a small wooden box sitting on the ground to the side of the table. It's better marketing to keep the initial options simple, but he's got a few other tools of the trade with him, just in case.]
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Sure, let's mix it up, not like I came to the table all invested in getting my palm read. I'm not even sure a traditional palm reading would work on me, if we're being real.
[Given the whole half-bird hands detail. Any kind of fortunetelling that doesn't rely on bodily input from him is probably the better option.]